Yun Feng's color changed suddenly, and his eyes showed anger!

Demigods!

Mo Yu's real cultivation is actually a demigod level!

Seeing that he didn't make any moves at this moment, Yun Feng didn't dare to delay any longer, he waved his sleeves violently, and the rules of the entire Heavenly Realm suddenly changed, exuding a strong and impostory power, suppressing all the explosive impacts!

Otherwise, if the demigods' fighting power is allowed to explode, most of the immortals here will be killed at close range, and the rest of the monks will be completely destroyed.

If that's the case, even with his identity, there will be big trouble.

After a long time, the monk of the Holy Mountain Platform woke up from the horror of the demigod encounter, and suddenly found that the robes on his body had been soaked with sweat, and there was no blood on his pale face!

The gaze showed endless awe.

Mo Yu's expression was indifferent, and he said lightly: "Yunfeng Daoyou, this seat wants to deal with the Sword Master and the Ximen Absolute Master and Apprentice, is this enough to qualify?"

The cold voice, containing a mighty majesty, spread far away at this moment.

Yun Feng's face was gloomy, although he was angry and even felt like he had been fooled, Mo Yu had already shown a powerful power that was not below him at all, and it faintly gave him a feeling of incomparably danger, and he couldn't attack at all for a while!

At this moment, he was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "As a demigod, Mo Yu Daoyou is majestic and cannot be offended, even if he is immortal, his sin cannot be forgiven. But after all, they are the powerhouses of our human race, and each one is extremely precious, if it is not necessary, please show mercy to Mo Yudaoyou's subordinates. ”

Having said that, his attitude has softened.

"Good. Mo Yu nodded directly, not aggressive, he waved his sleeves, Qiu Lao Mo, Qinglin Old Ancestor, and Emperor Jiuyuan suddenly spurted blood from their mouths and noses, but their body confinement was released, "If you don't die for your crimes, you will be punished a little today, but if you commit it again, you will not be spared!"

"Thank you, Lord Moyu. ”

The three immortals hurriedly saluted, their tone was respectful, and they didn't dare to be disrespectful at all, and the huge gap in strength between them made the hatred in their hearts have long since disappeared at this moment.

It is a great blessing for them to be able to get out of the country now.

"Kill, when you were in Wushan, you deliberately made things difficult for this seat, and since then, you have repeatedly tried to put this seat to death, and its sin should not be forgiven, but for the sake of Yunfeng Daoyou's face, I will spare you from dying! But the death penalty can be avoided, and the living sin is unforgivable, and today this seat will abolish your immortal cultivation!" Mo Yu stretched out his hand, and in the void, hundreds of millions of sword sounds suddenly sounded at the same time, and the fear from instinct made the body of the sword master stiffen suddenly.

The next moment.

Rumble!

The sword yuan in his body gushed out wildly, fell into Mo Yu's hands, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yun Feng's eyes shrank slightly, and with his vision, he could naturally see that Mo Yu was forcibly extracting the Killing Sword Master Natal Sword Yuan, and fundamentally, cultivating it to the immortal level. Even he had never seen such a method. And at this moment, the sense of danger that Mo Yu brought him was also soaring wildly, as if he himself was a long sword with endless power, cutting the sky and the earth, just in a thought.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The mighty sword roar suddenly came from afar, and countless Sword Sect cultivators were shocked, and they turned their heads sharply to look. I saw the endless sword shadows, roaring from the direction of the sword mound, crossing the sky like a sword river, mighty soup!

And their target was Mo Yu, infinite sword shadows surrounded him, turning into a sword vortex and spinning rapidly, and the number of sword shadows was increasing at a terrifying speed.

Ten thousand.

Twenty thousand.

Thirty thousand.

......

Eighty thousand.

Ninety thousand.

Lakh.

......

Two hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand.

Four hundred thousand.

......

Million!

In just a few moments, the number of sword shadows around Mo Yu exceeded one million in a straight line, and it was not until this moment that the increase speed gradually decreased, until it ...... The last sword shadow converged into the sword vortex.

One hundred and twenty-four thousand, this is the sword mound, the number of all sword shadows.

The Sword Sect Holy Mountain seemed to have woken up from its slumber at this moment, and the main peak and countless secondary peaks burst out with the breath of infinite swords at this moment, converging in the clouds and turning into a heavenly sword shadow!

The mighty coercion shook the nine heavens and ten earths!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Countless sword dao breaths erupted wildly, and all the cultivators of the Sword Sect, the Natal Sword flew out of the body uncontrollably at this moment, and pointed at Mo Yu's sword from afar, as if worshipping, revealing no surrender and awe.

Among them, even the fourteen sword masters of the Sword Sect such as Xingchen and Haoyue!

Summoning all the Sword Shrine Sword Shadow Person, leading ten thousand swords to worship, that is, the Sword Sect Master. This matter was spread within the Sword Sect, and all the Sword Sect monks knew about it, but they never thought that someone could really do it.

After all, in the records of the Sword Sect's long years, there are very few successive sect masters who can attract all the sword shadows in the Sword Shrine.

But now, it's just around the corner!

The eyes of the Star Sword Lord suddenly brightened, revealing endless joy, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice: "The first sword master of the Sword Sect, Xingchen, see the sect master!"

His worship made the Sword Sect cultivator's heart shake at the same time, and he reacted immediately.

"See the Sect Master!"

The sword masters of each peak fell to their knees at the same time.

"See the Sect Master!"

On the platform, all the cultivators of the Sword Sect, even including the Fourth Peak Cultivator, fell to their knees.

Summoning all the sword shrines and sword shadows, the silent holy mountain awakened with it, and the identity of the sect leader of the Mo Yu Sword Sect was determined in an instant, as for the Ximen...... It's just an episode!

Mo Yu flicked his sleeves, and the killing figure flew out upside down, his face was pale and his eyes showed resentment, and the breath in his body had fallen to the Sword Venerable Realm. His cultivation has been fundamentally destroyed by Mo Yu, unless there is a creation against the sky, otherwise his cultivation in this life will stop here, and it will be difficult to make any further progress.

"Kill, spare your life, is to care about Yun Feng's face, do you really think that this seat will not dare to kill you?"

The cold words made the face of the slaughter stiffen suddenly.

Yun Feng frowned and shouted, "Kill, Mo Yu Daoyou spared your life, don't thank you!"

"Thank you, Lord Mo Yu!" Kill lowered his head and spoke word by word, but no matter what he felt in his heart, he could only hold back.

Yun Feng's eyes flashed with displeasure, but thinking of what happened to him today, he could understand his performance at the moment, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If you want to blame, you can only blame your bad luck, the former enemy has now become a demigod.

After hesitating, he said: "Mo Yu Daoyou, this Ximen is ...... unique."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Yu waving his hand, "Simon must die, there is no need to say anything more about this matter." ”

Feeling the firmness in his words, Yun Feng paused, and finally stopped talking.

Simon looked at the depths of his eyes, and the only expectation was completely extinguished at this moment, and the endless despair and unwillingness completely overwhelmed his mind. Suddenly, he howled wildly, "I am an immortal, a pillar powerhouse of the race, even if you are a demigod, you can't kill me at will! Mo Yu, you can't kill me, you can't kill me!"

Mo Yu's expression was cold, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, "Ximen Jueyi, if I want to kill you, you will definitely die, no one in this world can save you." ”

He raised his hand and shook it forward!

Rumble!

The rules of the plane shook, and the endless heaven and earth yuan power frantically converged, turning into a terrifying strangulation force and swept out. Ximen's face suddenly froze, his eyes dimmed, his body turned into a piece of fly ash silently, and his soul was also wiped out at the same time!

Immortal!

Immortal!

After reaching the end, his soul was scattered, and there was no trace in this world.

Perhaps in these heavens and worlds, there is nothing at all that exists forever. The existence of such an immortal sequence as Orleando and the beginning of ten thousand demons could not escape the catastrophe, falling apart and struggling.

"Mo Yu Daoyou, the immortal monk has fallen, this matter must be reported to the council, and this seat will take the first step. ”

Mo Yu arched his hand, "Don't send it." ”

Yun Feng's eyes were complicated, he nodded and flicked his sleeves to kill, and his feet stepped down, and his figure disappeared directly.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Mo Yu turned his gaze and swept his gaze below, and said slowly: "Sword Sect cultivators, no courtesy." ”

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

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